Monthly report: One month of chaos complete!

I'll confess -- I stole this idea from Dooce, but I think that it's a dandy way of keeping track of everything going on with BD and the changes in our lives.

However, I hope she never finds my blog or reads it, because really, it's going to drive her into therapy. Or I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do when teachers ask me how she learned the word "pigfucker" or posed the question as to whether sex with a Wookiee was bestiality.

Anyhoo...

BD --

It's been one month to the day when you came screaming into our lives. And I do mean screaming. I recall the doctors and nurses immediately recommending that we look into Harvey Karp's The Happiest Baby on the Block series.

Since then, it's been sleep deprivation, projectile pooping and me bargaining with the gods to get an extra hour of blessed sleep, even though you want to party like a rock star at 4 a.m. Lord knows I love you and want to keep you as my cuddlebug for as long as possible, but I'll give you a stable full of pretty, pretty ponies if you'd give me a full night of sleep.

It's amazing seeing the changes that have occurred in you. Physically, you're starting to fill out and look like a chubby little baby -- it's almost like watching a balloon inflate, except it's with breast milk instead of helium. You're also more alert now than when you were in the hospital. Many times you look at me with puckered lips as if to say, "What's up? What's the next new adventure we've got? Are we going to look at the curtains again? That was AWESOME!"

Either that or you're thinking "Whip them out milk maid. I'm hungry."

Right now you're focused primarily on faces and hearing our voices. Daddy's entertaining you by reading various books such as the Player's Handbook and The Cartoon History of the Universe Volume II, which I must confess is way more entertaining to hear over the baby monitor than you'll ever know.

I'm also adjusting. You won't understand it now, but Mommy used to be a very big workaholic who spent most of her time out of the house and at work. Now she's at home a lot with you and it can be very hard. Instead of neglecting the house because she's at work, Mommy's neglecting the chores because she's pinned down by a seven pound baby who's passed out on her lap.

Which is why Daddy's been a saint when he let Mommy head out for some time alone on Friday. That "YAHOO" you heard? That was Mommy getting a few hours where her breasts were for her and her alone. Barnes and Noble and the Midnight Harry Potter fiesta never looked so good (even though your mommy isn't a Harry Potter fan and spent time at the store looking for parenting books and reading up on The Sopranos).

Even though I joke about running away to Tijuana or bargaining for a good night's sleep, there's still part of me that says "Stay the way you are, just a little longer. I haven't had enough time to savor this moment."

Then I deal with a 4 a.m. feeding and start rethinking everything.

Only kidding!

Momma